After his glass was empty, Gett left the cantina. He was still in shock that he had found a jedi here on Tatooine. It had been quite some time since he had fought with and against a jedi. Unfortunately the fight was over and Gett once again had nothing to do. He got back on the speeder and rode off. He had no destination in mind, he just felt like riding around in the speeder bike. He missed the glory days of the Republic. Fighting along side fellow clones, taking down battle droids, training with the jedi. Now all Gett ever did was go to cantina's and wait for something to happen. He hadn't seen another clone in a long time and he didn't expect to. He still followed the Mandalorian way and for that he was seen as defected in the Empire. Apparently they thought putting him here would straighten them out; Gett would prove them wrong. He parked the speeder along side some buildings and leaned against one. He had killed a jedi, a quick break wouldn't do him any harm.

"Reddie, I said no," Ana insisted. "This is Tatooine we're talking about. You'll get..." She frowned thoughtfully. "Sandlogged?" A shrug. "Near as I can get. Point stands, you'll stay with the ship on this one, so just tell me who's next on the list and I'll get out there and get back as quick as I can."

The droid beeped a reply and Ana wrinkled her nose.

"What do you mean the list has run out?" she demanded. "They wouldn't send us to Tatooine if..." She pressed her lips together in a thin line. "Reddie, send a message, all wavelengths and scramble the point of origin codes. Message says, "Flowers don't bloom in a desert. Are you people insane?" End message."

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

Abruptly, a figure clothed completely in black and wearing a black mask sat down across from Kaan. After a very brief moment of silence, the stranger coughed and spoke.

"Kaan Lumen." It was a man's voice, and it was speaking softly, just barely audible to Kaan over the noise in the cantina. "Your name's on a few lists. Sooner or later, Empire's gonna come looking for you. Are you prepared if they should come sooner?"

The cafe waiter came and went, bringing the Mirialan a blue milk and charging him for the purchase. As he left the table, a stranger approached. Kaan could sense the presence of the stranger and knew the masked figure would sit opposite him. He calmly drank his blue milk while observing the stranger's actions to the point when what seemed like a he sat down. A silence fell, broken a while later by a cough from the stranger and then a flurry of words in a soft and quiet male voice. A grin appeared on Kaan's face as he took a sip of his drink. He answered, yes, but in Huttese of all languages.

"There is no Kaan Lumen here. Only an old man who once may have left a Republic in disappointment. As for the Empire, it looks for everyone, either to oppress them or to make a deal with them. But now the question befalls unto you: Which are you, the oppressed, or the accomplice?" the man asked, raising his eyes to look at the man finally.

He would have wondered about the black attire, since this was a hot and dry desert planet, but when the same person clad in the attire spoke of the Empire it didn't surprise him the very least bit. As he watched the person opposite the table, he could see the force swirling around the stranger. However, he could not put his finger on what exactly was the swirl about and was it either warning him or indicating a strong presence in the Force.

"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan

The dark figure shifted in his seat before seamlessly shifting into Huttese and replying, "We are neither oppressed nor accomplices to a mass murderer, but this is dodging the issue. If they should come for you sooner, are you prepared?" He let out a weary sigh and dropped something beneath the table.

"I hope you are," he said. "Do you know of Anahera Bek?"

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

"Patience, Ms. Bek." It was a holographic projection, clothed in black and wearing a black mask. "We apologize for the lack of names. Your former friends are getting harder to track down. Kaan Lumen is your next target, but based on intel from our agent's wire, he won't come willingly and he speaks Huttese. We have a tracking device at his table; lock on and go to him."

The transmission ended and Ana swore under her breath. "I don't know, Reddie. If I run into someone who doesn't wanna come with me, am I supposed to let them die?" A pause. "Oh, what would you know?"

She lifted a piece of equipment from the chair beside her and switched it on. After a moment, a bright green dot lit up and Ana turned to leave her ship, moving in the direction of the green dot.

The masked figure had raised Kaan's curiosity. The only people who were neither oppressed nor accomplices would be... Well, nobody really. This raised a question: Was this a trap or a lure? And to whom was it directed at?
To the mention of Anahera Bek, he acted surprised, raised an eyebrow and stared at the masked man.

"Anahera Bek? I mean... No, I haven't" he faked a clumsy response. Actually, it was the truth that he had never heard of an Anahera Bek, at least to his recollection, but keeping the masked man and his 'we' on the tip of their toes while working on him could be useful later on.

"I have a feeling you should leave me to my drink now. There's a feeling I might meet your Empire before you've managed to get out of sight" the man said and narrowed his eyes. He had a feeling of betrayal nagging on his mind. The same feeling as when Order 66 was announced but on a much smaller scale.

Just in case his feelings were correct, he would switch tables as soon as the masked man had left. He would move to the more shadowed sections of the street cafe and continue to observe the table where he sat originally.

"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan

"I hope not," the man said in Basic. "For the sanity of the Galaxy, I hope not."

He rose and moved quickly out of sight.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

By the time Ana reached the street cafe, Kaan had plenty of time to have moved to a more secluded table, which was why Ana found his former table empty. Scowling faintly, she sat and pressed a heel into the tracking device, effectively crushing it. Surreptitiously, she reached out in the Force, hoping beyond hope that Kaan could be found somewhere nearby. But after a matter of seconds, she drew her power back in astonishment for she felt not one, not two, not three, but four Force presences in a relatively close range.

"What the hell?" she murmured. This was beyond what she'd signed up for. But now that she'd sat, it would do no good to leave the cafe immediately; it'd attract too much attention. No, she would need a drink, a conclusion she came to just as a waitress came to her table.

"Cup of caf," she ordered. "Thanks."

And when her caf arrived, she would sip on it slowly, and when her mug was empty, she would return to her ship. Perhaps then, she could get some answers about what had just happened... but for now, she sat, all traces of her ability in the Force drawn into herself, making her appear as just another random mercenary in a street cafe.

Kaan sat quietly, his nearly empty blue milk on the table in front of him. His eyes peered right at his old table until Anahera arrived and crushed the tracking device. His eyes narrowed slightly and he looked away not to attract any attention to himself. The force was powerful in the one who came looking for him and when she reached out, it came even more apparent to the observing Kaan. The Force has been right to guide him out of the way of a fight he was not ready for. Now he knew more about what was after him so he could prepare properly and possibly ambush her.

The Mirialan drank the rest of his blue milk before standing up and leaving. As he was crossing the road, he intentionally send a surge of Force to Anahera to not only tease her but to get her interest and follow him to a place where he could take care of her so she wouldn't become a real threat to him, the people of Mos Eisley or further Jedi. He made sure she noticed his Force trail and then slipped into a back alley near her landing pad. After arriving, he imbued a small gonk droid with some of his force signature, toned his own signature as low as he could and lay into waiting.

"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan

Shawn kept both his sabers tightly in his grip as he watched Audax battle. The sound of they're sabers colliding with harmonious blows was some what soothing to him. He hadn't been in a battle like this in a long time, mot since the middle of the clone wars. And now he was facing a Sith, a apprentice to Darth Vader himself. Shawn kept his distance studying both mens movements and attack strategies. They seemed to be locked in a constant stale mate having one block when the other attack. They couldn't seen into the future of what the other would do. Audax moved his back further away from the wall pushing his unknown partner back. This gave Shawn an opportunity to try something else.

Shawn jumped high into the and did a thee sixty frontal spin while extinguishing his lightsabers. As he came falling down behind Audax he turned his body so the front of his body would be facing Audax's back. As Shawn made contact with the ground behind Audax he brought his arms down hard using the hilt of his lightsabers to crash on the back of Audax's head hoping to stun him or knock him out.

Yes...I am Jedi Master Tev De'silar, I thought most of us were gone, it brings me great joy that there are still some left,

Kerla gladly offered her hand to the Jedi Master named Tev De'silar. It was a big surprise to meet a fellow Jedi here in Mos Espa. But what really surprised her was that the Force was growing stronger, everytime another Force user was sensed.

"It appears that I was mistaken when I thought I would never encounter any of my fellow Jedi again."

The young woman glanced at the other woman worryingly. Had she had to say the word 'Jedi'? Kerla then glanced around herself, making sure no one else heard. Luckily, no one did, seeing that the customers were minding their own business.

She turned back to the woman seated with them. "It's nice to meet you, ma'am," Kerla whispered to the other woman, "But you see... I'm disguising myself as a Smuggler. I got rid of my Jedi clothing so I wouldn't get caught." The young girl shook her head sadly. "I know it was the wrong thing to do... but I had to keep myself from being shot."

As he clashed at his foes saber, Audax heard two sabers deactivate, and a few seconds later he felt a searing pain in the back of his head. He blinked a few times, trying to regain conciousness, but then fell down on the ground, knocked unconcious.

Audax dreamed of his childhood, when he had been attacked by slavers in the colony he lived on, he remembered when his parents were killed, shot in the head by slavers. He then used the force, in rage, to blow his enemies into the walls of the village.

He ran out in the forest, slavers chasing him while shouting terrible things. He bumped into a cloaked mans chest. When the slavers arrived the man pulled of his cloak, revealing Jedi clothing and activated his blue lightsaber. The slavers were killed in a few seconds.

Audax remembered people he trained with, one of them was called Shawn, and when his fellow apprentices became Padawans, while Audax was left behind. He was taken by a strange master who often disagreed with the Jedi Council, named Naeros.

But soon after his promotion to Padawan, the clones attacked, and Audax and his master Naeros fled to an outer rim planet. He remembered being found by a terrible being in black armor, Lord Vader, and Audax told the Sith of his masters location. He remembered being trained by Lord Vader, in the Dark Side of the force, and later being sent on missions to locate and kill Jedi.

It's nice to meet you, ma'am, But you see... I'm disguising myself as a Smuggler. I got rid of my Jedi clothing so I wouldn't get caught. I know it was the wrong thing to do... but I had to keep myself from being shot."

"You did what you had to to survive. There's no shame in that. At least you had an opportunity to switch clothes, I'm still wearing the same robes I've been wearing since the purge began. I simply haven't had a chance to change."

Dantra leaned in closer to the table and kept her voice to a whisper.

"So tell me...how did you two survive order 66? I'll tell you how I survived if you tell me how you two survived."

Ana tensed imperceptibly as a surge of Force power reached her, and then faded away into a trail leading away from the cafe. Her senses on high alert, she exerted a little more of her power into masking her Force sensitivity. With this done, she rose and left the cafe, using a fraction of her power to seek out the one who was attempting to lead her on. She caught sight of his back directly after leaving the cafe and once more pulled her power inward, masking its presence, and began to follow him.

He led her through several busy squares before ducking down a back alley not far from her landing pad. Ana swore softly under her breath and moved forward more cautiously. As she was doing everything she could to mask her presence, she could not sense this man's intentions; better safe than sorry. Her lightsaber was within easy reach beneath her knee-length brown suede jacket just in case.

Slowly, she approached the alley's entrance and stared for a moment at the Force-imbued gonk. Then, she took a step back.

"I came to help," she said quietly in Huttese, hoping it was indeed Kaan Lumen hiding somewhere in the shadows of this alley.

"The Jedi have always been prone to helping when the help was not needed and the Sith have been prone to abusing their promise of helping to fulfill their own needs" a voice called out in Basic, seemingly echoing all around the alleyway.

Kaan watched from the shadows and observed the woman, sensing her as much as he could through the force without giving away his location. The gonk right beside her would also act as a good distraction from his true location. He reached beneath his poncho and drew one of his lightsabers before continuing to seek her true purpose on the planet. His thumb was ready to activate the lightsaber at any time, although he knew it was not time to rush into things.

"I told your friend in the cafe there is no Kaan Lumen anymore. You are wasting your time here. I have better chances hiding the Empire in the Jundland Wastes than out there and you are not taking me to them without a fight" the Mirialan said, his voice barraging the woman from all around.

"And do spare me the claims the black clad man was not a friend of yours. You found his tracker too easily to not know of him."

"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan

At the sound of the voice, Ana's right hand fell to her lightsaber and her eyes flicked again to the gonk. "I don't care what you call yourself these days. Neither does the Empire. They're coming for you; they may already be here. And as far as the man in black goes, I wouldn't call him a friend. Hell, I don't even know who he is. What I do know is he and whoever he works for have been contacting me ever since the rise of the Empire and giving me names of Jedi and former Jedi the Empire is hunting."

She took three steps into the alley and lifted her hand clear away from her lightsaber. "I'm not here to hunt you down. I'm no agent of the Empire." She stepped further into the alley and stretched her arms out wide. "I'm here because I genuinely want to help. Your move."

"But how does he come up with these lists? How many of those you have rescued are still alive due to your efforts? What tells you he is not making you a pawn for the Empire? A pawn like the clones" the Mirialan said before jumping out of the shadows, landinf a few feet behind the woman in near total silence.

"Always be mindful of your surroundings. The here and the now matter, not the future nor the past" he told her, this time without his voice echoing all around the alleyway. The green blade of his lightsaber ignited but pointed down in a faux Makashi style opening stance.

"The Sith are known for their art of deception. What makes you believe the man in black is not another example of this?"

"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan

Shawn looked down at Audax's unconscious body. Audax hand still placed gently upon his fallen lightsaber as he laid there. Bending down Shawn picked up the lightsaber almost feeling the sorrow that was imprinted upon it. He quickly threw it up into the air towards his unknown partner in the battle that had recently took place. Shawn was just pleased that the battle didn't end in death, that was something the galaxy could do with out for a day. So much death was occurring still all across the galaxy and no one was rising up to stop the brutality of the Empire. Of course who would be foolish enough to go against such a threat, when they're numbers were so few, and theirs so great.

Shawn sighed turning Audax over to examine him. As he examined the still very much alive body below him Shawn couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity with this individual. He knew he had definitely seen this man some where before, most likely in the Jedi Temple. Then it hit him like a bantha running him over a thousand times, sucking the air out of his lungs, this person couldn't have been. But he was, there was no doubt about it, it was him.

"Oh my friend what has happened." Shawn said with a sigh as he placed his two light sabers on the back of his belt.

Shawn grabbed Audax's arm an thrusted Audax over his shoulder. He stumbled backwards a little but caught his himself. Shifting the weight a little he started to walk to where he knew they would be a little more safer. He has a place in the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa that he was rending under an alias. People kept to themselves so it was safe from prying ears of wanders.

"Follow me. We can talk more in private." Shawn said to the man that still had no name.

Shawn led the way down a few ally ways and corridors. Then into a building that looked rundown and had a few holes in the walls. It certainly wasn't made for kings, but he was positive that the empire wouldn't waste man power to search ever square inch of Nar Shaddaa from what he thought was just one Jedi. He continued up the stairs and passed two medium sized metals doors stopped at the third on his left side.

He punched in a few numbers and the door opened allowing them access to the room. Shawn walked over to the bed and laid Audax down upon it, leaving him there in his slumber. Shawn threw off his robe to the near by desk and sat in the chair closest to the desk. He rested his head back feeling a throbbing pain course through his skull. Closing his eyes he sighed.

"First introductions. I'm Shawn Kir'lince former Jedi Knight of the Republic." He said with a slight grin upon his face. Part of him liked the idea of using the word 'former' because it gave him a sense of freedom he didn't really experience while he was with in the order. In a way he liked the freedom of the rules that use to rule his life. Shawn still followed the rules he was trained with but to was extent varied upon the situation thrusted upon him.

By the time Kaan jumped out of the shadows and lit up his lightsaber, Ana had turned to face him and her own saber was in her hand. She left it unlit for the moment.

"Where else would you find a list of Jedi and former Jedi?" Ana shot back. "When the Empire rose to power they had full access to the databanks of the Jedi. As to the Network, I know very little of how they work, but I do know they allow me complete autonomy with how I choose to deal with the names they give me. I have some skill in slicing, which allows me to create solid false identities for those that want them."

Two Jedi were in the same room, along with him. That was quite amazing during these times.

"You two may not remember me, but I was one of the Jedi who were put into self-exile when the war began. I have tried my best to help the Republic, but as times changed, I was forced back into hiding again."

He took a sip from his glass and set it down gently, thinking back on the events of Order 66, and watching, in horror, as Jedi were mowed down by their own troops. Above all, he felt a need to resist this new Empire.

you very much If a tree would fall in the woods.....would the other trees laugh at it?

Kaan took a step forwards, tilting his head slightly and continued to stare at the woman in front of him. He grinned and chuckled.

"He gives you autonomy? Trackers are autonomy? Heads up to your target is autonomy?" Kaan laughed and shook his head while still observing the woman.

"You came here to help, yet I was warned of the Empire's presence. The name Anahera Bek came up. And if I'm not entirely wrong that would be you. Would you not ask questions if you were in my place?" Kaan asked her and swung his lightsaber, taking a Soresu opening stance.

"This matter will not be settled with mere words. The truth will come only in combat" Kaan told her and raised his hand, pushing her with the force and lunging forwards, utilizing Juyo despite the original Soresu stance.

"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan

Ana flew backward under the influence of his Force push and landed on her feet, finally pressing the ignition switch on her lightsaber. The dark blue blade sprang to life to block Kaan's next blow just barely before he made it. She was no longer trying to mask her Force sensitivity, as she realized he would not be withholding any of his strength in this fight.

"Yes, I am Anahera Bek," she said, continuing to allow him to drive her backward, defending against his blows with Soresu. "You are right to ask questions. Anyone who was once a Jedi would be a fool to trust an unknown willingly."

The Mirialan smirked and continued on the attack. He was familiar with Soresu and knew weak spots in his own variation of it, weaknesses which he would have to test on her adaptation. But victory was not his ultimate goal in this battle. His ultimate goal was not even to fight for long, but rather to find out which side Ana was on.
Kaan began a long sequence of slashing Juyo moves reinforced with a tiny amount of Ataru and Shii-Cho strikes finding their way into the mix. The Jedi Master would seek out any flaws in her style and batter these weaknesses until she learned or her defense crumbled.

"Impressive. From your attire one could think you were ... rusty. But your form is very strong" Kaan told her, all the while searching for a shatterpoint in her defense. His hope was also to distract her with Dun Möch, not to fail in defending herself but to show her true demeanor.

"You have fought Jedi not that long ago. Otherwise you would not have such a strong form. This is one of combat experience, not training"

"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan

"Given the way you approached this situation, is it any great surprise that my skills are not as rusty as I like people to think?" Ana asked, smiling just slightly. She continued with Soresu, maintaining her defense without trying to lash out at him. She was not here to kill him or to capture him and the sooner he realized that the better.

"And you do not find it odd in the slightest that so many Jedi refuse to be their open and helpful selves, instead dueling you?" Kaan laughed, backing up and raising his lightsaber above his head. His fingers gripped the lightsaber as the Mirialan began to circle the defending female. She continued her Soresu, keeping on the defensive. Kaan was not surprised, since many Jedi were defensive yet came out on top in duels. The most prominent of these had always been Master Kenobi, without a doubt.

Kaan was, however, still without answers to all the questions that were rushing through his mind. These questions ranged from the identity of the masked man wearing black to the Empire's intentions. If the Empire had sent her there to find and kill him, she would not do so with Soresu any time soon.

"How many of the Jedi you have 'saved' are still alive, youngling? Does the man in black have knowledge of where they go after they leave your mighty presence? Why would I be any safer out there than where I currently reside?" Master Lumen asked before rushing forwards once again, slashing his lightsaber downwards at the woman.

Meanwhile, the Mirialan unclipped his second lightsaber with the force and moved it behind his back. While the woman was preoccupied with the new attacks, the Jedi toned down the power of the second lightsaber into practice levels before igniting it and moving it to launch an attack from Ana's side.

"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan

A green blade flicked to life, countering Kaan's second lightsaber as a short woman dressed in black entered the alley, shoving Ana roughly aside and engaging Kaan with one green blade and one violet blade. Unlike the other black clad person, this woman was not wearing a mask. The Force was a swirling tornado of energy around her, though in appearance she was no more than twenty years old.

"I am the founder and leader of the Hunter Informant Network," she said. "Stand down, Exile. You will not defeat me."

Astonished, Ana got to her feet. "I think I know you."

The woman nodded. "You may have seen me at one point. I'd have looked the same." She faced Kaan. "Whether you choose to be called Kaan Lumen or not, the Empire knows you by that name and they are hunting you. Go with Ana or you will die."

Kaan Lumen backflipped backwards from the new arrival and drew his second lightsaber to his grasp into a backhanded position. He placed himself into a ready pose while staring at the new arrival. He recognized the force swirling around her and recognized her face as well, neither of which made him any more comfortable with the situation he was in. His eyes narrowed and he continued to stare at the newcomer. The mention of 'Hunter Infromant Network' confirmed his suspicion about her to be more or less correct and it also made his questions about the black clad man disappear in an instant. It was widely known that the Sith Hunters were a sneaky group and one their most prominent members was by far the sneakiest in her affairs.

"Go with Ana or you will die" Kaan imitated in a mocking manner.
"Why do you Sith Hunters always have to be so dramatic. Sometimes you're worse than the Sith themselves" he told the woman and shook his head before deactivating his lightsabers and clipping them on his belt, standing back upright.

"Reibe Vailar, I presume" Kaan said and bowed his head down a tiny bit while not taking his eyes off the Sith Hunter.
"There will yet be a man who defeats you, Sith Hunter, and I will not live to see the day your smug attitude is washed away along with your facade of immortality. And why should I? The Force will guide me in the hour of need, not you nor Anahera and I have unfinished business on Tatooine. Why should I be scared of death in the hands of the Empire, when what awaits me is the Force?"

"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan

"You two may not remember me, but I was one of the Jedi who were put into self-exile when the war began. I have tried my best to help the Republic, but as times changed, I was forced back into hiding again."

Dantra leaned forward and smiled a slightly mad smile.

"Tell me...Do you know who led the attack on the Jedi temple? I'll give you a hint: He was once a very promising Padawan."

Dantra neaned forward and giggled slightly.

"You didn't answer in time! The padawan's name was Anakin Skywalker. And If I ever see him again...I'm gonna kill him."

Dantra giggled again, this time the giggle had a more sinister ring to it.

Gett stood out in the hot sun practicing with his vibrosword. He had received some training with melee weapons when he was on Kamino but it was the jedi who helped him out even more. He was given such training because of his code and the fact that he saved a padawan. It was a shame now that he had to hunt them down but he couldn't betray his brothers like that. He would betray the Emperor in a heartbeat but he would have to fight his brothers to do so. He placed the sword back on his back and got back on his speeder. He decided it was time for another cantina run. He killed a jedi on the last run, who knew what would happen this time. Gett parked the speeder and entered into the cantina. He looked around the room and saw the band, the bartender, a group of cloaked figures, some men with guns, and the usual crowd of drunks. Gett took a seat at a table and stared at the three people. There was no way they were jedi, two of them looked like it but the third looked like someone who worked on a farm. Besides even if they were all jedi it would be stupid to meet up in a local cantina, the Empire would have sent squads of his brothers in after them. One of them looked slightly familiar, like he had seen the figure before. Gett quickly shook the thought out and looked away. He turned his head over to the band and decided to listen to them play. It had been a while since he actually just sat down and listened. Maybe today wasn't such a bad day after all.

Tev looked at the Lethan Twi-Lek, his eyes nearly boring a whole into her.

"Be careful with your words. The way you speak them are filled with anger, these are not the ways of a Jedi. Though I do not have any kindness in my heart for Skywalker or his Master, there destinies are entwined with the force, and they will come to them in there time. Be careful, or else you may sway close to the Dark side."

Tev had kept his voice low, with a cold tinge to it. He knew that all Jedi wanted vengeance, but already, too many had fallen to the dark side. They didn't need anymore. He could still sense a hint of darkness in the Twi-Lek, something all too common in these times.

you very much If a tree would fall in the woods.....would the other trees laugh at it?

Kaan stared at Reibe for a moment and raised an eyebrow at the notion of Anahera staying with him on Tatooine. There was something serious going on if the Sith Hunter would even think of forcing the running Jedi to halt her personal mission to aid other hiding Jedi. the man looked at Anahera before turning back to Reibe, shaking her head.

"That decision relies on Anahera and those who have given me sanctuary, not you Sith Hunter. Is there a real reason for your claim of her being in danger, or is it one of the great visions of destiny that have plagued apparently not only the Jedi Order as of late?" Kaan asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan

"Word has reached the Empire of Ana's recent behavior," Reibe replied, ignoring Kaan's mocking of her visions. "Behavior that proves she is not as 'rusty' in the Force as she appears. They've put her back on the list."

Ana scowled. "Your people said that wouldn't happen."

"We never said it wouldn't," Reibe corrected. "We said there was a chance it wouldn't. But now it has." She turned to Kaan. "Ana will do as I say. I would appreciate it if you would speak with those who have taken you in. They've done wonders for you; you're practically off the map, and that's exactly what Ana needs for the present time."

Kaan smirked as Reibe complimented the nice religious folks of the Oasis without knowing the story behind it all. He shook his head and looked at Anahera.

"Apparently I'm not enough off the map" the Mirialan said and rolled his eyes.
"As for you, Anahera, you will have to adapt quite a bit to the life out there where my residence is. I live in a religious community in the middle of nowhere in the Jundland Wastes. They are very welcoming to visitors, but it will take time for them to trust you enough to let you go about freely in the community" Kaan told the woman and sighed. He had no idea how he'd gotten into this mess in the first place. Another day when he should've never gotten up from his meditations.

"In any case, you will either be forced to leave your ship behind or hide it into the Jundland Wastes. Preferably with defenses since the Jawas like to roam the Wastes in search for anything they could bargain onwards."

"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan

"Be careful with your words. The way you speak them are filled with anger, these are not the ways of a Jedi. Though I do not have any kindness in my heart for Skywalker or his Master, there destinies are entwined with the force, and they will come to them in there time. Be careful, or else you may sway close to the Dark side."

Dantra leaned forward and shook her head slightly with a mad look in her eyes.

"The force...what has the force done for us recently I ask you? It didn't seem to be helping us when the troopers attacked the temple did it? It didn't seem to help the four masters who went after Palpatine...No...The force has abandoned us.

Dantral leaned back slightly and giggled madly.

"I don't know about you two...but I intend to put a stop to the Empire...One stormtrooper at a time. If you two have any sense of what it means to be a jedi...you'll do the same."

Dantra got up off the chair and walked out of the door of the cantina.

Now...where's the Tatooine garrison? It's time to show the Empire what the Jedi order can do.

"The force...what has the force done for us recently I ask you? It didn't seem to be helping us when the troopers attacked the temple did it? It didn't seem to help the four masters who went after Palpatine...No...The force has abandoned us.

How could she say that? The Force never abandoned the Jedi. Did it? Kerla stared at the female Twi'lek Jedi with both a shocked and confused look.

"I don't know about you two...but I intend to put a stop to the Empire...One stormtrooper at a time. If you two have any sense of what it means to be a jedi...you'll do the same."

After she left the cantina, Kerla slowly looked down and shook her head. "What has this Galaxy come to? I feel that the Dark Side is at work," she thought to herself. She narrowed her eyebrows. "I'm gonna stop her," she said to Tev, and got up from her chair.

Gett looked up at the events that were unfolding infront of him. He watched the one storm out from the group. He heard another shout and she seemed saddened by her tone. All that was left at the table was the man who still seemed familiar to him. Eventually the man went after the other two. It was his duty here to eliminate jedi and to make sure they did not harm the civilians here. Gett stood up and followed after the man. He turned his head to see what looked like a mugging. He kept his hands on his blaster but he didn't point it at them.

While in the Twi'lek's grasp in the ally beside the cantina, Kerla gulped.

"Whatever you want to talk about, make it quick. There are stormtroopers that need killing and garrisons that need to be blown up."

Kerla breathed calmly, and looked at the female Twi'lek straight in the eyes. "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Kerla Mison. But that's not the reason I came to talk to you. I wanted to say that--"

"Is there a problem here?"

Clone trooper! Kerla gulped. But then she remembered that she acted like a Smuggler. After all, she did look like one. She got out of the Lethan Twi'lek's grip, and placed her hand on her hip. "Naw. Nothin' wrong here, sir. Just chattin' with my friend here on how I'm gonna pay her back."